i woke up with a feeling of uneasiness at the pit of my stomach. it didn’t fade as quickly as i thought it would. i whispered a prayer of comfort during the mass, but the feeling lingered on.

slept with hanging thoughts while on the bus. waking up was the same, there’s the sense of foreboding again.

was it hunger pangs? but then, even after breakfast at mcdo didn’t do much. spent an hour just browsing through the newspaper, each sentence becoming more blurred than the next.

tried to clear my mind and killed time in an internet shop. the grey clouds stayed over my head. got a lot of “misclicking” even in reading my emails and facebook.

what is it this time? did i forget something? is there anything that i should have done but failed to do? did someone need to reach me but can’t?

i spent another hour just walking while waiting for a meetup. and then, my mind and body wearied, i rested. bought a cup of coffee. calmed myself and asked for guidance and enlightenment. got my Guide and the Words just stared at me: it says, “He will let you laugh and shout again…”


About walangmalay

Walang Malay is a figment of sentiments, of wonders and perplexities, of ideologies and dreams, of anything about something. Ako ito, walang malay... o nawalan ng kamalayan...

Posted on December 8, 2009, in Introspections, Jakulit and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Hmmm. ingles kasi lahat eh….

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